Luyện nghe bài hát Insurance

Last night took a down to the corner store
Needed papers, bag of chips, and a granola bar
Cruised the aisle for chocolate and coconut water
When he in told the counter to open the drawer
Stuck the to his teeth as he insisted
"If you what's good for you, I think that you should listen"
But he didn't, attendant was
That's when he flipped the switch and "I guess I'll pick off the store"
He turned around and searched the store with eyes
Of course he locked on mine, I was the one inside
Come on kid, time to go for a ride
Flashed his piece and me and don't you be trying nothing
Tied and threw me in the trunk
of gasoline and stale cigarette butts
I'm thinking "fuck man, fuck man, this is my luck"
My stomach telling me be my last one
to myself what the hell I could have done
Should run
I bet it wasn't a loaded gun
Breathing speeding up over 70
Settled on dead meat, don't believe in heaven, B
Then 20 at least, when tires screech
Oh please, police, but my hope has gone
the trunk, "get up," he tells me
Walk a couple then throws me to my knees

[Hook - ZZ
I even try to hurt no one
See it my finger on that trigger
Visualize but I got none
Now I paid my but it just got bigger
Sirens shouldn't try to run
But it got worse, now I just can't reverse
a target sitting on my back
The cops on me, yes never be free

Fresh]
Okay there's in my reefer raps
They getting heard the map
I'm running shit, a lap
Sleeping on me, a nap
But know dreams about me bad
Knowing I'm awake getting that you never had
I'm doing what I want so I ain't never sad
Do what you happy even if it makes them niggas mad
And they gonna talk about you, at least you on their mind
them to get off your dick and to get up on that grind
Trying to up with me, they just gonna get left behind
Homie I'm the fast forward, make you want to press
I them on the chase, knowing that I'm in first place
I keep up with my pace, you should keep your laced
We breaking ankles, over, sneakers you can find
That gold up on me, Rolly homie, saying my time
And don't try to fuck with my
Catch a bomb like you to take a run through Iran, damn

[Blu &
Damn, been shot
pos be locking up the team and shit is hot
For your home block it's no more weed and no rock
My hurting, heard you eating, what you got
Driving in circles, make a leaner with my
speed and fuck at the cops
I'll keep your watch, I'll steal it
And my Glock's out
caught us by the place where we were surfing
And brought us in we ain't have insurance, fuckers